"Huh? Are you going back?"
Xiangchuan, who was squatting next to the container, watching wild vegetables and thinking about life, was a little surprised when she saw a few guests coming over. She originally thought they would stay for dinner... The identities of the guests had been made clear at the meeting last night. These students from other classes had no idea, but the fact that they left in such a hurry made her, the person in charge of the meal, a little embarrassed.
Well...at least don't go back empty-handed!
So he took a medium-sized lunch box with apples spread out from the side, handed it to the girl walking in the front without any explanation, and said: "These were just picked in the morning and washed with filtered water. Several people on the way Take it to satisfy your craving."
For a moment, Xiangchuan felt like a 21st century housewife who forced souvenirs on visitors who came to visit her during the holidays.
How could a modern young man evade the old man of the 21st century? In the end, he had no choice but to walk slowly outside the Class 8 camp with a lunch box in his arms.
After the lunch break, the patrol team and the left-behind team began to be busy again, and everyone in the Tongue Club was divided into two groups to assist in the work.
But Xiangchuan chose to fish. She held a fruit milk bottle, chewed the straw, and sat in front of the tent, looking like she was emptying her mind. The squad leader who was passing by couldn't help but feel funny when he saw her like this, so he went over to chat with her.
"So is it settled?" Xiangchuan asked, biting the straw, habitually using the attitude he used when he was a team leader in an office in his previous life, making the monitor stunned.
"Is it done?" The monitor coughed slightly and adjusted his mentality. Otherwise, he would have almost subconsciously answered him by standing at attention and standing in a military posture like facing the homeroom teacher. Fortunately, Xiangchuan only showed his face at that moment. There was a slight sense of pressure, and he turned his head, biting his straw, and looked at the center of the camp, then returned to his usual idle state. If it weren't for the lingering nervousness, the squad leader would have thought that the moment just now was an illusion.
Sure enough, everyone in our class is a person who cannot be judged by his appearance. The squad leader commented silently in his heart.
"Squad leader, you are fooling Xiangchuan again." Qiu Manman walked over angrily, holding the freshly washed large lunch boxes in his hand, stacking them on the container while scolding his squad leader: "I just heard the guest clearly They said they would have to go back and discuss before giving us an answer, how can this be considered a success?"
"Hmm...actually it's done?" Xiangchuan went through the content of last night's meeting and the current general situation in his mind, and judged with some unconfidence on his face, but he had already nodded silently in his heart.
"Ah?" Qiu Manman and Liang Gong, who was helping next to him, looked at each other: Why do you say that? Guests - the cadres of each class who came to have dinner as guests from the central region. Logically speaking, they should not have the contact information of the members of Class 8 (the external communication function of the terminal is restricted during the exchange competition). In this case, the other party replied To say consider it is basically the same as rejection. Where does consent start?
"Just now when I went to get them fruits, I found that my lunch box was missing a few." Xiangchuan bit his straw and looked sideways at the innocent-looking Lu Daiqing, "Squad leader, do you have any clues?"
"Ah, come to think of it, I heard from other members of the left-behind group that the number of chickens was a few fewer than in the morning... Squad leader, is it possible?" Qiu Manman and Liang Gong also looked at him.
"Only after you have truly tasted it can you be more authentic." The class monitor put his hands on his hips and smiled, "And you don't have to worry about eating secretly. I kept an eye on Aino and Nancy and gave them enough portions to fill them up, and there was also Kagawa. As for the fruits given by classmates, we can ensure that those things can reach the hands of each class monitor or other class cadres."
"The most important thing is that these things can prove that we are not hostile to them and have no intention of competing for first place. This will ensure that we can be safe in the next two days and avoid being locked in a prisoner tent and eating compressed food. Danger." After Fu Chengkai arranged his work, he also came over to join the conversation. This plan was agreed upon by him and Lu Daiqing. Ainuo, Ouyang Yating and Nancy added some details last night, but the general direction remained unchanged.
"The only uncertain factor is our two prisoner tents." The squad leader sighed and looked towards the river. "It's a pity that I didn't apply for a camouflage device when applying for supplies. Otherwise, part of the people in the tents would have been hidden, which would have probably killed them on the spot. It can be done.”
As he spoke, he looked at Kagawa with regret, as if to say that if he could have applied for supplies later, he might have saved a lot of effort.
Xiangchuan gave him a straight look: Come on, if there were no ready-made delicacies made from these condiments and ingredients, the foodies in the class would probably not be willing to move until now. Where can I catch fish and kill chickens for you to make a feast? Entertaining distinguished guests from other classes?
The squad leader naturally understood this truth, so he honestly accepted Kagawa's eye roll and pretended that nothing had happened. He bent down and picked up an apple from Kagawa's afternoon tea lunch box, took a bite, and felt the freshness of chewing the pulp. He couldn't help but open his eyes wide. The sweet and sour taste of the apples made his tongue, which had experienced a lot of meat and fish in the past few days, feel a little refreshed for a long time. He raised his head: "Xiangchuan-san, this..."
"One is enough, don't overdo it. Our apples are almost used when entertaining guests." Xiangchuan quickly hugged his lunch box, "I have told the patrol team to find some fruits and wait for them in the afternoon. You will have something to eat when you come back."
As long as you have something to eat. Hearing this, the squad leader put on his signature smile again and went back to the tent with an apple in his mouth. It was none of his business how Xiangchuan, Qiu Manman and others started to share the afternoon tea meal.
Just when most people in Class 8 have forgotten about the noon visitors, or are busy processing ingredients or enjoying afternoon tea, the four classes in the central area are not so leisurely.
After several "guests" were escorted by the eight-class patrol team back to the border between the central area and the northern area, they were immediately taken back to their respective classes by the four-class patrol teams who stared at each other all morning.
The four classes were wary of each other, clearing away the traces they left in the forest as they evacuated, and did not relax until they returned to their respective classes' campsites. Then they were surrounded by classmates in their respective classes and asked questions. Most of them were still staring at the lunch boxes in their hands.
——Class eight! The president who founded the ancient food club belongs to Class 8!
——Is it possible that there is something to eat in there? Could it be what was in the container that the president was carrying?
——I really want to try it!
A few people who had tasted the Tongue Club’s steamed buns even became red-eyed. They had no choice but to eat compressed food in such an environment surrounded by trees. The fragrant meat and cabbage buns had become the biggest resentment in their hearts. Now that they saw the same lunch box as Kagawa's luggage, It’s hard not to make people crazy.
After opening the lunch box, there were fragrant roasted chicken, grilled fish and thin-skinned and stuffed wild vegetable buns. Now even the students who had never tasted the food from Tongue Society were drooling, let alone those who had tasted it. If the monitors of each class had not stepped forward to stop it, the surrounding small lunch box might have caused a class riot, frightening several class cadres who were guests in Class 8.
Is this one of Class 8’s strategies? How terrifying! The cadres of the four classes scattered throughout the central area unanimously expressed the same sigh.
At the same time, the agreement drafted by the eighth class monitor was also handed into the hands of each class monitor. Looking at the agreement, the four squad leaders fell into silence...
I'm back - but it is estimated that there will still be low-frequency updates before the end of the exam, and the field training part will be completed as soon as possible (I did not expect to write so many chapters in this part. The original field training chapter was just for the protagonist group to get ginger. That’s all)
(End of chapter)
